Infinite nonsense

Qiu Xin sat on the chair and looked at Zhang Qiaojing opposite with a smile on his face, his hands in handcuffs and a bored look on his face. Zhang Min stood aside and poured tea for the two of them with an ugly look on his face.

"The only thing I don't quite understand now is." Qiu Xin said as he picked up the Chinese medicine on the table and took a sip.

"Why did you turn yourself in?"

Zhang Qiaojing couldn't help but laugh when he saw the keenness flashing in the eyes of the man opposite him.

"Yes, it's pretty much what you thought. I want to talk to you."

"What nonsense are you talking about! You murderer has been arrested now! Do you understand after being arrested?! Are you talking about terms?! I was so fucking laughed to death! Huh? Boy, do you know what situation you are in now! ? You’re about to go to hell!” Zhang Min suddenly got emotional and yelled at Zhang Qiaojing.

Zhang Qiaojing glanced back at Zhang Min with a calm expression, then returned to his original position and looked at Qiu Xin.

"Okay Zhang Min! Calm down. I know you are angry because of Xiao Li for various reasons and want to vent yourself, but you are in interrogation now, so keep quiet." Qiu Xin soothed in a gentle tone.

Zhang Min watched Qiu Xin open his mouth and then had no choice but to close it.

"I want to drink tea." Zhang Qiaojing turned to look at Zhang Min and said.

"Satisfy him." Qiu Xin said helplessly.

"I..." Zhang Min looked at the smiling Zhang Qiaojing with wide eyes, and his anger was stirred up in his heart, but he quickly suppressed it and went forward to make tea with a teapot.

"The tea is made well. I hope you don't feel too grumpy." Zhang Qiaojing picked up the teacup and took a sip and wrote lightly.

"Boy, you..." Zhang Min's lips suddenly trembled in anger.

"If we just want to talk, what do you want to talk to me about?" Upon seeing this, Qiu Xin quickly diverted the attention of the two of them.

"Let's put it this way, Mr. Qiu, if I'm not wrong, your current situation doesn't look particularly good. If you just wanted to interrogate me, you could have taken me to the police station for a good trial. But you didn't do that. Instead, you are here in this utopia." It was a dark basement interrogation that no one knew about, and according to the news reports I know, did one of the patrol members die?" Zhang Qiaojing looked at Qiu Xin's eyes, a little shaken, and then turned to look at the body in an instant. Zhang Min, who was trembling a little, slowly raised the corners of his mouth and continued.

"That's really troublesome. Mr. Qiu's hands and feet don't seem to be very flexible now, right? After all, such a serious injury can't be recovered in a day or two." Zhang Qiaojing looked at Qiu Xin holding his chin and laughing.

"You are indeed related to the one wearing the mask." Qiu Xin narrowed his eyes and smiled.

Zhang Qiaojing raised his brows and took a sip from the tea cup.

"In addition, the guy next to you was wrongly accused of killing a police officer, and you have less and less weight now, don't you?"

Qiu Xin stared at Zhang Qiaojing's face for a while and then smiled bitterly.

"You are right. We are indeed in a difficult situation now. Do you mean..." Qiu Xin's eyes suddenly showed a surprised look.

"Yes, I can help you solve these problems. It's better to say that I have the ability to increase your weight." Zhang Qiaojing said with a smile.

"What kind of abilities do you have?" Qiu Xin asked in a deep voice.

"Of course it's an ability beyond the reach of ordinary people. In a sense, the smiling man and I are of the same kind." Zhang Qiaojing stopped and said.

"What was your motive for killing He Jiaqing?" Zhang Min couldn't help but ask, crossing his arms across his chest.

"Motive? Of course I can tell you, but first you must agree to cooperate with me." Zhang Qiaojing stretched out his handcuffed hands, which were almost white and delicate, and looked at Qiu Xin, who was silent across the way, with a smile.

"Old man..." Zhang Min said worriedly as he looked at the scene in front of him.

"Even if the case is overturned now, the chance of success is not very high. If something goes wrong..." Qiu Xin lowered his eyes and looked at Zhang Qiaojing with almost black eyes.

"I'm willing to take a gamble on this kid. I'm also looking forward to the so-called abilities that ordinary people can't achieve."

Zhang Min looked at the situation that was a foregone conclusion and didn't know what to say. He took a long breath and made up his mind.

"Ah...this matter is not over yet."

In the County Public Security No. 1 Prison.

The canteen is full of obscenities that can be heard everywhere. They are probably talking about which prisoner was so excited because he had a certain type of pornographic magazine in his hand last night... or who is more powerful in the prison to suppress the others. On such topics, in short, most criminals either talk about women or the greatest degree of freedom they have gained in prison. Very few people talk about outside matters, and only newcomers who have just arrived will talk about such things.

Just take me for example. Yang Mo sighed and picked up a piece of shredded green pepper pork with chopsticks that tasted very, very bad. He couldn't help but frown, turned around and raised his hand to greet the patrolling prison guard.

"Uncle! This green pepper shredded pork has a lot of black spots on it. Can you give me a replacement?"

The prison guard looked at Yang Mo with some displeasure.

"No one cares about you whether you like to eat or not, and whether you're hungry or not! Thinking about the people who died in your hands, you still think this food is not delicious? Do you want to lose face?!"

While everyone was talking, they looked at Yang Mo's position and began to whisper.

Yang Mo lowered his head and ate his food in embarrassment.

"Boy, eat from me! It looks like you are the type of person who is pampered outside. Remember! It's best not to make any fools of yourself in prison, lest someone beat you up one day!" The uncle said while He scolded Yang Mo while switching the rice tray.

Yang Mo looked at the uncle in surprise.

"Beat me?"

"Yes, don't be so naive as to think that since you are in junior high school, others will not dare to pick on you! This is what life depends on here." The uncle adjusted his glasses and pointed at the thick and powerful muscles on his upper arms.

"And this." The uncle glanced to the side, and Yang Mo followed his gaze to look at the lively and excited criminals.

The uncle turned back to look at Yang Mo and smiled.

"Understood? Network, this thing is comparable to power, don't underestimate it."

Yang Mo looked at the uncle with a blank expression.

"The uncle couldn't help but have a headache looking at Yang Mo's dull expression.

It seems a little early to talk to you about this, but I have already understood this basic social common sense before I started working. Why don’t this generation of children have any awareness of this? well..."

"Hey, hey, hey...are you Yang Mo?" Suddenly, a few gangster-like people at the opposite table walked over casually. In the middle, a tall, muscular man with yellow hair chewed the rice in his mouth and looked down with raised eyebrows. Yang Mo said loudly.

"What are you doing?" Yang Mo frowned and looked up at Huang Mao.

"Ouch?! What the hell is your attitude?!" Huang Mao suddenly grabbed Yang Mo's collar and threw him out.

"WC, you are the first one to talk to Brother Dong like this. What a nb. Brother Dong specializes in hitting people in the stomach, so be careful." A man with a comb-like head on the side couldn't help laughing.

"Go! Go and stand guard! Don't wait for the prison guard to come over. I'll be the first to stab you." Huang Mao threatened with his eyes widened as he turned back to point at the man with the cockscomb head.

"Yes, yes! Brother Dong taught me a lesson! I'm not sensible!" Cockscomb Tou said with a smile and ran away in despair.

Everyone watched the violent scene in front of them with great interest. Although it was young people who started the trouble, it was still quite interesting.

"Come on, come on! The fight is about to get heated!!!" A man with short hair clapped his hands and walked back and forth in front of the prisoner, laughing.

Dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong dong…

As he finished speaking, strong slapping sounds echoed through the entire cafeteria.

"Hit! Beat! Beat! Beat!" the prisoners said excitedly, quickly slapping the tables, chairs and benches.

"It's been a long time since I've moved around! How about you answering my questions while I beat you? Child?" Huang Mao stretched out his muscles and spat, grinning.

"This atmosphere is really enthusiastic." Yang Mo slowly stood up and looked at Huang Mao with an expressionless expression.

"Okay, wait a minute, I don't know who is going to beat whom, I'm so angry until now, idiot." Yang Mo breathed out and looked at Huang Mao calmly.